150 things to do before you turn 30

Suttufied list from another blog.

The rules of the tag are,

• Bold for things you have already done.
• Italics for things that you are dying to do!

1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
2. Swam with dolphins
3. Climbed a mountain (Azhagar kovil counts? )
4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
5. Been inside the Great Pyramid
6. Held a tarantula
7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
8. Hugged a tree
9. Bungee jumped
10. Visited Paris
11. Watched a lightning storm at sea
12. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
13. Seen the Northern Lights
14. Gone to a huge sports game
15. Walked the stairs to the top of the Eiffel
16. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
17. Touched an iceberg
18. Slept under the stars
19. Changed a baby’s diaper
20. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
21. Watched a meteor shower
22. :P
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse (metaphorically yes)
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total (partial) eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Scored more than 20 runs in an over.
36. Danced like a fool and didn’t care who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 29 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched whales
45. Stolen a sign  ( Examination in Progress from web design lab is on my bedroom door. \m/ )
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Organized your CDs Song folders.
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theatre
66. Visited the Great Wall of China 
67. Started a business ( 360 Bazaar Partner :D )
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Enjoyed hostel life
76. Gone without food for 5 2 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Saved someone’s life
83. Been on a television news program as an “expert”
84. Gotten flowers for no reason
85. Performed on stage
86. Been to Las Vegas
87. Recorded music
88. Eaten shark
89. Kissed on the first date
90. Gone to Thailand
91. Bought a house
92. Been in a combat zone (Paintball ! )
93. Buried someone close
94. Been on a cruise ship
95. Spoken more than one language fluently
96. Performed in Rocky Horror
97. Raised (Babysat) children
98. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Passed out cold
100. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
101. Picked up and moved to another city to start over
102. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
103. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking with the windows open
104. Had plastic surgery
105. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
106. Wrote articles for a large publication
107. Lost over 100 pounds
108. Held someone while they were having a flashback
109. Piloted an airplane
110. Caused a car accident
111. Touched a stingray
112. Broken someone’s heart
113. Helped an animal give birth
114. Won money on a TV game show.
115. Torn a Ligament
116. Gone on an African photo safari
117. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
118. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
119. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
120. Ridden a horse
121. Had major surgery
122. Had a snake as a pet
123. Hiked to the bottom Drove to the top of the Grand Canyon
124. Slept for 30 hours in a 48 hour period
125. Visited more foreign countries than Indian States
126. Visited all 7 continents
127. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
128. Eaten kangaroo meat
129. Eaten sushi
130. Had your picture in the newspaper
131. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
132. Gone back to school
133. Parasailed
134. Touched a cockroach
135. Eaten fried tomatoes
136. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey
137. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
138. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
139. Skipped all your school reunions.
140. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
141. Been elected to public office
142. Written your own computer language
143. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
144. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
145. Built your own PC from parts
146. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
147. Had a booth at a street fair
148. Dyed your hair
149. Been a DJ
150. Shaved your head 

As of now : 74.

Sunday Drabble

*Beep*

"What's in your bag? ", the theater guard inquired.
"Oh nothing. Just a bomb! ", I grinned.
Sensing the sarcasm, he let me and my friends straight through with a smile.
The movie highly rated for its father-daughter sentiment and the protagonist's acting as a retard, lived up to its potential. It had a truly lasting impact and as we left the theater, I couldn't help but feel strangely empty.
We started walking towards Anjappar for lunch.
Why?
Why the sudden coldness?
What was it, that was missing in my life?

"Dai un bag enga da? ", answered a friend nearby......

A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length.

AG Books

" I don't quite grasp the concept of AG Books. I mean what is it? I understand that Autograph (AG) Books with respect to a college final year student, are regular-but-with-a-fancy-cover-attached-and-you-pay-triple notebooks that students give one another, when they finish college to write something. Ya something. But what do I write? Do you want me to write about you? Really? Isn't that a bit like posting a FB status with just the words 'comment on me' and tagging everyone? Or do you want me to write about myself? Do you wanna know more about me? Ore confusion!

I think in all fairness, the AG Book-er really means to say to the AG Book-ee, "Err this is a book. With lotsa pages in it. Forget the fact I gave it to you and asked you to write. Write whatever that comes to your mind. Anything you want. Anything that you can come up with your knowledge of the universe. Anything. And yeah, one tiny, small detail. Make sure they are all relevant to me, alright? (grin) "

Ok. If you know the person, its kinda ok i guess. I mean, yeah I will write something and you will get it now, what you could not get in the past 4 years of being with me. 

But it gets especially tricky when you don't know the person good enough. I mean, I understand you talk to a friend of mine and you are my classmate and I was standing near him, when you gave him the book. But no, I m not the widowed mother of two children and you really don't have to be polite dear. 

Yes. I know the picture ain't related much to the article. 

But again, 'Politeness' is a reciprocal privilege when it comes to AG books. So the ones who write, always write good, sweet things. Not necessarily true things. Just good and sweet stuff. You will never come across a AG book that reads,

"Dear owner of this book,

May you rot in hell for all eternity :)

Sincerely, 

The guy who you never passed the bit to, keeping it for yourself and so failed his internals :-@"

The true Indian way of doing things would be to look at the previous writers and write your own tweaked version of what they write. Doing which will tell you every AG Book would contain the following :

1. There is atleast one six-page-writing, with xoxos, love yous, mmmuahs thrown in, best friend girl for every girl.
2. Everyone wishes you for "a bright future", but doesn't want you getting a higher package than them in your campus placements. True story.
3. The owner takes in strenuous efforts and writes an introduction in the page put in to separate the content from the bounded cover. Some greeting card stuff.
4. The recession version of AG books is an old diary. Has an antique look and let writers choose their own day of the 365 days!!! woohoo!  
5. Everyone gives their contact details. Their address, phone numbers, DOB and all. And you are forced to think if attaching a resume is a good idea.

Now had Mark Zuckerberg not got his 'spark' from Harvard Connections in the Social Network, I m pretty sure he would have thought of it in his final year while writing AG books. Facts apart, I still write AG books for the love of other people. Yes I found slam books and +2 TNEA counselling application forms similar, but unfortunately I am an altruist. 

All the best!!

Have a bright future!! :-D "

Vishnu Gowthem. 

College - Review :-)

Assuming that I ll pass the rest of the subjects and Sai(lazy fellow!) will finally complete the hashing module of our project, here goes my list on 4 years at TCE. :) 


(For a better experience to be read point wise correspondingly on both sides. :) )

I loved/ I ll miss The Terror Gang :D Lemon juice plus bourbon biscuit at Satellite canteen for lunch Chola pooris at main canteen. Mahendran sir P6 classes with Pooja, Nivas, Swami and Arch. Skanda single handedly teaching Basic Mechanical Engg. to 15 + friends. Egg puffs/Sarbath at Outside Canteen Sleeping under the sun and arriving at college, with Nivas driving. Bunking afternoons to go to a dappa movie on 1st day. Coming late to college. Sleeping in pumphouse/classrooms/KS Audi/KM Audi/Open Audi... Ottifying Kambi Vishnu and Swaminathan. Sai's really loooong polambifyings.   The costly birthday parties Sourashtra sangee/Thirumalai Nayakar Jokes. The late night football matches at my place :)  Iniesta's goal against Chelsea. United's comeback against Spurs, Aston Villa. Almost every United match :) Supporting the Dutch in WC 10. British Bakery chicken sandwiches thrice a week.  Shriram Narayan's "I love you" story  All Gapo posts. Playing Fifa all night over Hamachi at times talking over the phone simultaneously. :)  Bike trip to Kodai. Early morning cycle ride at Kodai. :) Viswa's jokes 2/10. My miracle worker :) Playing football first year. Archu's chanceless chappathis. Surya's Fish curry.  Ottifying Sai along with Surya and Viswa. Ottifying Surya along with Sai, Viswa and anyone around. All the mid-day parties bunking classes. Partying at chithappa's,(Nirmal, final year student) Kutrallam patti and other places. The full three days of Ooty IV. Parts of Chennai IV. Manu vs Liverpool fights with Sowmy at Lab. Gossiping/ "talks" with Sarvesh. :) Kodaikanal trip with Nivas, Subadesh and the gang :) Vinnai thandi Varuvaya.  Ooty trip in Vicky's OC car. :D Hostel vs Dayscholar comedy fights. Sowmy and Booth's hypothetical love story. Kodai Bike trip with Nivas and his cousin plus cousin's friends. Every spare minute during the First seven semesters. Full night dance practice for Esperto and falling asleep while driving bike the next day.   Seiger and Glitzia. :) Staying up all night playing fifa and talking crap and finally avasara avasarama going to sleep on hearing Dad wake up for his morning walk. Organizing and celebrating all those midnight birthday parties :) Bismi dinners. Late night FSM Grilled Chicken. Ragging. Being ragged.  Concept of two internal exams on the same day. :) Late night Maggi by Viswa. IPL matches at Nivas's place. Fun in Chennai during the semester breaks.  NEN, Kriya Trip to PSG and the late night movies. Cognition @ Mepco. :) Winning Fifa 08 Tournament at SASTRA. Helping Ani on certain issues. Sleeping unwillingly at 4 am everyday. The typical tamil movie "college fight" with seniors. KP's short,precise and googled/wikipedia'd answers from chennai during internals. :D The awesomeness of 2010. FB fights with Grinder. Angry Grinder. :) Yay! The Quiz club. Gre classes. Oracle exams. :D All of Ramji's love stories. Rajkumar Goutham's dancing when he gets high. Class choreographer's breakup and FB fight. B Arch girls passing by on a dull day. Accompanying Viswa to Civil dept. a lot of days. All seniors. Arathie and her wonderful temple tales. :) Abi akka's treat.  Surya's Mahabharatham stories. MCG (Medical College Ground) Cricket matches. Chicken dinner bets with Ani and Sai. And everything that happened. :)

I hated You-know-who.  Satellite canteen moved into the pumphouse area. Fried rice at main canteen. First semester chemistry classes. Studying on my own. When Sarbath was stopped at Outside Canteen. Being awake at 8 and driving to college under the hot sun. Bunking afternoons to go to a dappa movie on 1st day when my attendance % was low. Coming late to college when my attendance % was low. Sleeping in bus and missing my stop. :( When Kambi/Swami didnt show up at pumphouse. Sai's over rated relationship. My costly birthday party. Driving bike with the person sitting behind you putting kadalai over the phone in Sourashtra. The rare United defeats. Chelsea winning the EPL last year. Chelsea winning anything. Spain winning the finals at WC 10. British Bakery cook for reducing the usually over flowing fillings in the chicken sandwich. Sai's "Sothapals of a Somberi" (except the chapters on friends.) Except the technical ones. Playing fifa only with Arsenal or Aston Villa due to poor BW. Driving bike to Kodai. When the cycle ride ended. Viswa's Mokkais 8/10. All things that happened before the Miracle. Going home after playing football. Archu's bitter gourd side dish. Surya's every other lunch dish. Ottifying Sai along with Surya and Viswa even when he gets angry. Spartan jokes about Surya, which were still funny ofcourse. :) Going home after the mid-day parties. Not knowing to swim in wells. All the hype over FOSS. (What was wrong with Piracy?) Parts of Chennai IV.   Manu vs Chelsea fights with Chezhian. Illogical. When no gossiping/ "talks" is going on.  The Prahaar penultimate round in 2nd year I qualified but couldn't make it as a result of being smuggled on that Kodai trip. The Prahaar third round in 3rd year I qualified but couldn't make it as a result of tat movie. A lot of things I did . But had no choice. Hostel vs Dayscholar serious fights. I mean them getting all serious. :D  Machi at times. And Machi calling me machi all times.   When I had to be the responsible one during skit practices. Yuck! Final Sem. free time.   My dance onstage at Esperto. (Still destroying evidences of it.) The names Seiger and Glitzia. (Why does every college contest have to be named after a Greek/Roman God? or use combinations like ****h**ia or ***z**ia?)  Feeling sleepy the whole next day.  The good, the bad and the Sai Santhosh.  Bismi Location.  Suguna Grill Chicken.  The Enquiry session next day.  Morning semester exams.  Him eating that Maggi! @^%!%^  No one never found out that IPL was match fixed.  Project Reviews.  Clean sheets at Festember and Kriya Lit events.  Nivas's snoring at sleepovers.  Never receiving the cash prize I was entitled to for winning the Fifa 08 Tournament at SASTRA. Awkward silences with anyone.  Waking up at 2 pm next day.  The konjam-kuda-enaku-sambandhame-illatha fight with mechanical friends.  No signal/ KP's messages getting delivered late during internals.  The Worstu year of 2009.  Grinder's Mokkais.  Me not contributing to the Quiz club.  Gre Exam.  Oracle classes.  K's one side love story.  Getting Rajkumar Goutham home after he gets high. (Paduthi Eduthiduvan!) Class choreographer.  B Arch girls passing by with B Arch boys on any day.   Accompanying Viswa to Civil dept. twice on the same day. Except well the ones that threatened me. :D Surya and his narcissistic photos on the final day. Placement preparation. Surya's Sai Stories.  Early morning MCG Cricket matches.   Losing Chicken dinner bets to Ani and Sai.  And everything on the left side that has to end now. :(

25 things that could happen to your mobile phone

This post/experience is dedicated to all honorable men and women, who hold on to That bruised, battered, why-did-it-switch-off-now, still working, sorry-excuse-for-a-mobile-phone mobile phones.
That means not you, M.K.Sarvesh Ghautham, who keeps changing mobile phones faster than Manchester City's starting 11 or you, people who own those nothing-cud-happen-brick-like-phones.

Now although the vice versa is true, why does everything have to be a her? So I, Vishnu Gowthem Thangaraj assume mobile phones to be a he. Covering as much as organisational behavior, attributes, ownership activities and physics as possible, 


1. For starters, Mobile phones love gravity. They are in a relationship with gravity infact. And like any guy, he just keeps falling over and over again. And the worst part is everything happens in slow mo as well... .. . 
Without any warning, the mobile slips out of your hand. 
Its in free fall. 
you extend your arm. 
you cry a muffled noooooo. 
you can almost feel it in your outstretched palm. 
You would think at some point you can surely catch it before it falls. 
But you cant. you fail.
And without any command, shitty dismantles itself.


2. Phones are like prophets. They try and warn you. I mean how often do you accidentally cut an incoming call, while coming out of the message inbox?! Not to mention the famous your-call-will-be-disconnected-due-to-insufficient-balance?! But again with too much money(balance), like any prophet, it turns nithyanandha and it lets you make that call you shouldn't have. 
Tut-tut.


3.Immaterial of the size, mobiles always get misplaced/lost. You leave them in all sorts of places. The bank you visited in the morning. The refrigerator you took iced tea from. The washroom time you spent pondering on world economy. Of course you could call it from another number and locate it. Its just simply too much work.
Its the washroom or wait till someone calls :) 


5. Your phone probably has a speaker or mic or some kinda opening and if no one told you, the bloody Besant nagar beach sand seeps in when its windy. Now I carry my thai mannu everywhere I go. Literally.


6. Handle cell phones carefully in a restaurant or a pub. Before you know it, there it is,  smiling at you from a glass of water. (And although imaginative, bubbles do not come if you call your mobile then)


Now, I understand talking over the phone while driving bikes. Its like we are hard pressed for time at that moment. And its not that dangerous if you are a good driver. The same can't be said for your mobile though.
Tips to use mobiles safely while driving rashly as you want : 
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7. Never keep phones in your upper shirt pocket while driving. Keep it on the fuel tank between your legs if you wanna use them. Your thighs will protect it from jumping out. Fail to comply and the shiny mouse like thing speeding past your bike in the next speed breaker is your mobile phone sliding on the road! zzzzzooooooooooing.


9. And try reducing talking while driving during rains alone. Hands can get slippery and the damn phone slips. And falls on the mud. And if you are as lucky as I am, you get to drive over the poor little thing like a speed breaker. And if you are really as lucky as me, nothing still happens to your phone! 
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10. Exercise aarva-kolaru people be careful of sweating. Mobile phones act like a battery-weak terminator as a result of sweat water. Stop running to the service center and put it on charge. The heat dries the sweat up and phone works like a charm. :)

11. Yes I have already established the mobiles's (ya ya I know its written wrongly. :P) relationship with gravity, now I m gonna talk about his mistress. Fate. Yes the ruddy thing falls down often. Where?

On the carpet, on the road, on you, on me, everywhere. But also on the dark theater floor once the lights go off or beneath the legs of a lady sitting in a restaurant, near enough that you could take it by yourself without asking her but also far enough that you could miss and grab her ankle and look like a pervert. Uh oh.

12. Mobiles and pride. The guy with the new mobile is undoubtedly a prick. He doesn't let sight of his mobile, gets a scratch guard from the bazaar, keeps it very safely inside the pocket like nestling a baby in a cradle, he licks it clean and does a lot of gay stuff too. After a few drops (mobile) , he turns straight.

13. Missing/Not working keys! This is perhaps the most normal natural calamity that can happen. 

That single key which has to be pressed harder than the others or the rare case where you cud use sharp objects (like a stylus?) inside missing keys to press them or that key which is responsible for going to the previous menu stops working and makes u press the total cancel key (red one) each time and start afresh are like your future kids. Small things that irritate you initially. But later you get used to living with them.

14. One fine day, you go to college and give your mobile to a friend, thinking you will be altruistic for a change. And the next thing you know, you watch him shout/insult/dare a customer care representative to bar your number permanently. classic.

17. Pragmatically, most Indians live with a fear that mobile phones will be stolen in a public place. So they try protecting that crappy 1100 with more effort than required to earn the money to purchase the mobile in the first place. In offbeat situations wherein their mobiles do get stolen, they turn all sad and gloomy. For a 1100? really?

psst, Incase its a 5k+ mobile post it in FML.

18. You could be a member of the fall-on-bed-ouch-what-bit-my-ass-oh-its-my-mobile club.

19. Mobile phones are bouncy objects. Like this one time, I was running really fast (yes running. yes fast) to board a bus and my mobile popped out of my shirt pocket, fell on the hard black tar road and amazingly bounced off a couple of feet from the ground. I caught it on the run and still managed to board the running bus. And applause! (Right. No one saw. Sigh.)


20. Look here dear. Straight into the lens. Smile now. Say cheeseeee. Crap. 

21. When the Canadian lady next to you on the flight, uses an Iphone 4, its best not to take our mobile out. Right. Mr.Embarrassment has finally arrived.

22. Certain All humans (yes we can call them that) who are in relationships talk hours over the phone with their inamorata. And at times when things get rough, certain people have a habit of venting out their anger by throwing things. And more than most its the communication device in their hand.

Note: beware of penny-pinchers in relationships, they just might get angry over their mobile. keep it in their pockets and throw the happen-to-pass you's mobile on the floor. "These women! cha", they bark and leave.

24. Mobiles can get very very hot on prolonged usage while charging. 

Solution? Mooditu, cut the phone call.

25. And the best worst thing that can happen to your mobile : Switches off itself and stops working without any reason or rhyme. :)

Naan KadavuL!

"You are an arrogant bastard and people still love you." 

- Probably one of the best compliments I ever got.

Sometimes people get crazy beyond the normal threshold of craziness, and when that happens they tend to become slightly philosophical. (No I don't mean when drunk. Yes, It happens while drinking too. But I dont mean it that way now) Likewise, I get occasionally high (No drinking again) on philosophy too.
Its not like a lecture-on-OBM philosophical or I'm-me-I'm-my-own-role-model philosophical. Its just something different. Not like a know-all or prick, mind you! There is a big fat line or sometimes a few register numbers separating prick and philosophy.
This is just pure gyaan. Minimalist. Non judgmental. Almost Zen like gyaan.
Just like the kid who tries to pee higher on a wall. Or like Peter Crouch taking a corner kick once in a while. Something different.


Now if you haven't heard already,
I m God.
Yes, I m God. No not you too. 
Just me. 
I ll tell you why. Remember the story of  "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens? well I don't. Not exactly. But what I misread or got out of it when I was young was that Expecting Something Hurts. Always. 
And thats how I have been ever since. I don't expect anything. blah blah blah.
And most of the time, I end up living life the way I want it to be. And at the rare moment something bad happens, I don't pin it on kismet, rather I just try and be as optimistic as possible. And at the rarer moment when all hope is lost, I just become too optimistic or in other words, attain Freedom.


Well what happened here to this good thing over the years is, I din't expect people to get hurt. I grew this thing of completely annoying or angering or hurting someone with absolute ease.
Say you were in a gang of 5, and I m also there. That makes 5-1(you)-1(me)=3 left in the group. And you were the topic of derision and humiliating mockery. Lets also assume you have a normal degree of temper, which was broken that time. And lets also assume all this happened in the morning and you are still angry. Now no matter what the 3 other people said or did, When you have to put it all on a single guy, I will be that guy. Hey I dint start It! But I m still the guy. 
I have just got that anger charisma. :D


Which reminds me of the Grinder story. We nicknamed a girl in my class Grinder, for the reason she starts grinding food the next minute the class gets over. Again it wasn't me who addressed her tat way. No! I wasn't even a contributor to the name, but I m pretty sure Grinder thinks its me. 
Another day, I try to be funny and give Grinder a pulippu mittai for my birthday. A few days later someone else gives Grinder a pulippu-mittai for his birthday, Grinder thinks its me who gives him the idea! Of course Grinder is a mokkai party, so I don't think why she thinks that way. But anyway yo get my point.


Now, As I was using the washroom today, sitting there when the PSP charge drained out and I couldn't play scrabble anymore, this big realization of my power to hurt people so easily, dawned upon me. 
I say something so simple. Bam! you're hurt. And again the people I hurt, still like me. (Of course except Grinder, but there was a time even when Grinder considered me as one of her best friend. Then she just got crabby) 
People still find me supportive. They talk to me well. They just like me. :)
The thing here is I really don't see them get hurt when it happens, but after they react its like crystal clear. Ouch. 
I did try once not to comment or speak sarcastically. But I simply could not do it. Sarcasm is something that comes whimsically to me. 
And you probably know, there is always something or at least one thing wrong with someone. Except the woman you love. :) 
Like Paul Scholes's tackling. Like Shankar's Endhiran. Maybe this is my Endhiran.


And So I think, Who do you like but also find supportive? Who also has the power to hurt you if he/she wanted to? (Remember the Amman movies. Btw, Palayathu Amman was Ramyakrishnan right? )
And I thought.
(The bulb in my toilet glowed brightly)
I m God.


P.S. Powercuts around 2-4 in my area. I take a poop.

Stop staring at me honey!

2.30 A.M

She was awake.

Waiting. 

Waiting for me as she had always waited in the past few days. 

She just sat there.

She felt cold or maybe I thought she felt cold. 

I switched off the A/C.

I went and sat next to her.

And I looked at her transfixed.

Just like the first time I looked at her.

It was just me and her that night...

And I kept looking at her not taking my eyes off her even for a second.

She looked angelic in a Persian blue attire. Her cheeks kept turning red as often as the number of times I wake up after 11 on a holiday - Always. 

Cute. 

She was slightly short, but she made up for it with her tall never-panicking aura of calmness that she always had with her. Although like the typical cynical lover, I tried to find something wrong with her, I just never could. She was practically perfect in all possible ways. 

And I kept looking at her, with nothing big in return, but just a slight nod of the head. Or the subtlest of signs in activity from her shiny smooth skinned body. (probably had it 'moisturized')

Sadly, she kept turning away though.

Ah she was such a 'fighter'!

I slowly moved my finger close to her.

She responded as my shadow fell on her. 

I didn't mean to scare her and I retracted my arm. 

She slowly turned towards me.

I saw her right in the eye now, through her 'contact glasses'. 

Eyes that said so much. 

She 'glared' at me. 

And she was sexy.

I knew she can never get angry at me. :-)

For she was not just any woman.

As a signal of concordance, she kind of 'floated' in the same place and she never moved away.

She shined brightly under the moonlight through the window.

Now it was her turn to stare at me.

And everything was calm again.

Say hello to Nemo The Third. 
Why third?
Well Nemo the first is Nemo from the movie, and we named a friend's girlfriend Nemo the second.
And All Nemos had their reasons. 

Nemo and her nemesis, Creative the speaker. She runs around scared whenever Metallica is on.
I run around scared whenever i clean her fish bowl (rarely when Viswa is not around to be bribed) . 
I just hope someday she is not gonna jump out shouting "FREEDOM!" :-(

I Give thee Caesar!

"Wonderful... Powerful!"
THE WASHINGTON POST BOOK WORLD


"Fascinating read... It'll keep you riveted till the end!"
THE DETROIT NEWS


"Gowthem has done it yet again... The best book of our ages!"
THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW


"Winner of Dexter - Sci-Fi story writing contest!"
EUPRAXIA, SSN COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING
(Hey this is really true now. :D )


Long long ago. Not long ago, lived a really intelligent, cheerful, sarcastic, intelligent, arrogant, good natured, intelligent boy. Wisdom was a virtue by birth to him. He was the center of attraction to everything that happened around him. He was exceptionally great at gaming Fifa and eating chicken. He was, is and always will be a Manchester United fan. 


One day, along with two of his friends, he decided to attend an online quiz, conducted by a college. They downloaded the questions and sent answers to the ones they knew. A few days later they learnt that they had won the quiz. They were awarded 1000 bucks for their achievements. The wise boy also learnt that there were only about 10 entries for the quiz.
There was a online science fiction writing contest as well in the same site. Capriciously, he saw the details. He had 4 hours to conjure up a story. He calculated and found that he had a minimum probability of 1/8 of winning it.


So with the utmost sincerity and dedication,
Commitment and passion,
he wrote,
THE CAESAR STORY.

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